"Before... Senior, I'm the only one."

Wen Yu found that the cultivation in his body was becoming more and more sluggish.

"What's your name?"

"Warm rain."

"Warm rain? You are the child that Li Shimin took away back then, right?" The farmer turned the handle of the hoe and put it on his shoulder again, motioning for Wen Yu to follow.

Wen Yu nodded, he had already heard about his life experience from Zhao Wujiang.

"It's better to be born than to raise, there is nothing wrong with you calling it Wen Yu, but you have to remember that the blood flowing in your body is surnamed Zhao."

The farmer's voice was low.

Wen Yu followed a few steps behind him, even though he was in his hometown, he was still vigilant in his heart, he would not forget Zhao Wujiang's warning to be careful.

"Senior's name?"

The farmer looked back, his eyes full of vicissitudes:

"What senior? I'm Zhao Shou, it's your uncle!"

Wen Yu followed Zhao Shou, step by step, and passed through the barrier that he couldn't pass through for a few days, and he was full of doubts in his heart.

Zhao Shou seemed to see his doubts, and said slowly:

"You kid, you lack eyesight, and in the past few days, you don't know how to help me turn over the soil...

Otherwise, you would have come out long ago..."

"Just a few fields, you can ...... in a day," Wen Yu muttered quietly.

"It depends on what you plant!" Zhao Shou's voice was low, and they did not follow the path up the mountain when Wen Yu came, but walked towards the forest.

Wen Yu wondered, "Before... What did Uncle plant?"

Zhao Shou did not look back:

"People!"

Wen Yu froze in place for a moment, only to feel a chill down his spine.

"Since you stop here, don't go to your biological mother's grave first, and worship here first."

Zhao Shou put down the moon hoe, held the hoe handle, and raised his chin to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu looked sideways, and not far away was a flat land, and there were three tombstones standing on the flat ground.

The tomb on the far left is made of stones and clods of soil, and there are some pale yellow mud arches on it, and on the tomb are crooked five mottled black characters "Tomb of Zhao Changyuan".

The tomb on the far right has a stele, a bluestone slab.

The six words "The Tomb of Beloved Wife Yao Yao" are deeply embedded in the stele, and there are more than three points into the stone, which shows that the person who carved the stele is very affectionate.

And the tomb in the middle is the shortest, all made of loess, and there is a wooden sign on it, and there are only three words "Zhao Xiaoxi" on the wooden card.

The light of the sky shines through the branches, casting dappled light and shadow, and Wen Yu's footsteps are heavy, walking towards the three tombs.

Is this my brother's family? ...... He tossed the hem of his shirt lightly and fell to his knees.

"You kneel down for him, his father and sister." Zhao Shou's eyes were slightly red, staring at Zhao Changyuan's grave, "The child has been away from home for so long, and he doesn't know how to come back to see..."

"Burdened by everything." Wen Yu took out the fire fold with him and lit the unburned incense in front of the grave.

"I know..." Zhao Shou's past came to mind, he sighed, put down the moon hoe in his hand, and walked towards Zhao Changyuan's grave:

"How can he be smooth now? When he walked out of Zhaojia Village, everything was doomed..."

Wen Yu kowtowed three times, his forehead was stained with mud, he looked up in confusion, what was doomed?

Zhao Shou knelt on one knee, and then hummed softly, as if in pain, he put down his other leg and knelt on both knees.

He took out a palm-sized object wrapped in black cloth from his arms, and slowly placed it in front of Zhao Changyuan's grave. ….

Wen Yu's eyes widened, and Zhao Code stared at the crooked Zhao Changyuan, his voice trembling slightly:

"Brother Changyuan, there are children who have left home to return, but Xiao Ah Zhao has not.

He must have had some trouble.

Li Chunjun in Lingnan can't keep the tomb anymore...

How the world is changing, Brother Changyuan, you give my brother a guide, and also give the children, do me a favor..."

The vegetation was abundant, rustling, as if whispering, the sky was dark, and the dark clouds were stacked and wanted to rain.

Zhao Shou's head slammed into Zhao Changyuan's tomb.

After a long time, he slowly got up, and his voice returned to a low voice:

"Brother knows."

He picked up the black cloth wrapped in the tomb and handed it to Wen Yu:

"You bring this thing to Xiao Ah Zhao!"

Wen Yu understood that the little Ah Zhao that Zhao Shou said was Zhao Wujiang, he nodded slowly and took the things that were handed over.

"Bang!"

He only felt that his hand was as heavy as the whole heaven and earth, and he couldn't hold it up at all, and the black cloth wrapped in something pressed his hand down, as if he wanted to get close to the earth, and even his body was staggered down.

Wen Yu's hand wanted to be withdrawn, but it was pressed, and he couldn't move at all, and after the black cloth wrapped in it was close to the ground, it didn't weigh at all, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move at all.

"Uncle..." he looked at Zhao Shou who was standing.

Zhao Shou stepped forward and picked up the black cloth, put it back into his arms, shook his head and sighed:

"You don't have the earth's energy, you can't take him away, dig the soil with me for a few days, I'll teach you to plant!"

Wen Yu was suspicious, he stood up, patted the dust on his body, and asked:

"Uncle, what is earthly qi?"

Zhao Shou turned around, walked a few steps, picked up the moon hoe, and put it on his shoulder again:

"The land of the land gods."

How could I have this...... Warm rain belly slander.

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and a silver-white arc of lightning swept through the dim sky, flickering like day.

The rain began to fall down on the earth.

...

"Smack."

A drop of heavenly rain hit the tip of Zhao Wujiang's nose, it was cold and biting, he reached out and touched it, looking up at the sky.

"Papapa..."

Immediately afterwards, the rain hit his well-defined cheeks one after another, and the biting cold penetrated into the marrow, as if freezing the worries in his body.

He gasped for air, and the rain was already around him.

Wang Xi and others beside him stopped their horses one after another to find the rain gear that had been prepared.

"Borderless." Wang Xi's hair was wet with rain and stuck to her chest and the back of her head, which made people feel a kind of pity in the rain curtain, and she handed out the rain gear.

Zhao Wujiang grinned, the rain wetting his robe, this was the happiest smile he had in a few days.

He gasped for breath, relaxed in a different way under the rain curtain of the sky, shook his head, and refused the rain gear.

"The light rain is as moist as a crisp." He groaned softly.

Wang Xi frowned and looked at Zhao Wujiang worriedly.

Wang Tengfei put on rain gear, with a coat and hat on his body, like a traveler in the rivers and lakes, he listened to Zhao Wujiang's infectious laughter, I don't know why, but he couldn't help laughing along:

"Where is this light rain, this is heavy rain, like a heavy rain."

Seeing this, Wang Xi couldn't help laughing, it was bright and sunny, she felt that the two of them were chattering, but at the moment, the atmosphere was not calm, especially Zhao Wujiang's laughter in the rain, she saw that the tip of her nose was sour, and her eyes were full of pity.

Wang Yuan was dressed in a robe, walking behind with Li Xuanji and others, and at this moment the horse paused and woke up in the rain.

He remembered when he was younger, when he had experienced too little, too many things to see, and was often bored, and once it was raining heavily, and he staggered into the rain.

When the rain soaked his body, his worries were like being suppressed, his heart was boiling, he couldn't feel the cold at all, he only felt relaxed, happy, and happy, he laughed, causing the people to wonder, just like Zhao Wujiang under the rain now.

Wang Yuan's heart was surging, he took off his coat and threw it fiercely, and shouted:

"The rain has a spirit, it can relieve worries, let this worry turn into flowing water, surging like the sea!

Hahaha...

Ahem... Ahem

Ahem...".

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